Vanity

I beg the mirror one more time,

Show me

Show me

Who I will become. 

You will be as beautiful as a rose

So I use them to tie my hair,

Crush the petals to make pigment for my cheekbones. 

You will be as slender as a fairy

So I tie golden bands around my arms,

And wear clothes too tight, 

To prevent my body from betraying me,

From who I am meant to be

You will know it all

So I abandon my rosary on my table,

Never glance at it again,

And withdraw from all within the forest,

All I need is myself.

Today I awake,

And see a woman I do not recognise,

Her skin is decaying, 

Sinking within itself,

Her hair shedding,

Being cut by thorns,

Her cheeks red,

Stained by her own blood,

With skeletal hands,

Reaching for her remaining locks

Who is this?

I demand

Get rid of this image

And show me 

Who I will become

And I hear that fateful voice, 

Woven in the breeze,

This is who you have become